Continued from Post 5610...
His meditation in the park complete, En Sabah Nur stood up. The man was gaunt in appearance with his emaciated cheeks sunken in. The barbarian muscle he'd worked so hard to develop no longer bulged from underneath his dark skin. Nur's beard had grown even longer and the hair from his head now covered his eyes.
The mage lost his balance as his legs temporarily buckled under the weight of his heavy armor. He leaned hard on his walking staff until he could steady himself.
Nur sluggishly made his way to a fountain and mused over his appearance. He shifted a stream of water to mix with a patch of dirt to create a paste. He applied it to his head then used his dagger to slowly remove the shaggy mane. Bald once more, Nur rinsed his blade then dried it with his cloak. He grabbed his beard at the base of his chin with his rock arm. He gave it a long single stroke all the way to his hip and sighed. He separated his beard in two then took some hair from each segment and crudely wrapped the hair in bundles.
Nur reached into his pack and felt for his scrolls. "Now I could have sworn there were two in there..." He unfurled the luck scroll. "Odd, I remember there being quite a few stains on here. This scroll looks freshly created!"
En Sabah Nur stowed his gear and continued his original trek to the marketplace by way of the hovels. He doubted it, but he had to see if his target was still there.
Surprisingly, he was.
"Hail, great naga. I've been meaning to pass this on to you." En Sabah Nur hands Sarick a Lucky Die. "I have come to realize it brings great luck but must be passed on to another before..." Nur slowly raises his rock encased arm. He turns it so the naga can view it from all angles. "...or death."